Children hurt by war

The Burning Paradise

The pathway stood silent and composed. The breath of icy meadows was transformed into a sky of black smoke that arose from the demolished houses and nature was witnessing the eminence of dream chasers whose ambitions were ripped off by the mighty bullets, bombs and missiles. The ground was bleeding, soil was painted red and there was a cascade that was trying to break the silence to encompass torn bodies. The constant chirp of the bird that sat on the branch of a tree overshadowed the landscape intermingled with the silence. Read more